Monday, May 30, 2011

(L) Stands For El Travaganza.

A to Z Challenge Yet To Be Completed: Q, V, X, Y


I have been on this music trip as of late and in doing so, I have re-introduced myself to music that has played a role in my snobbery (I stole that one from Lance at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog). One of these music's I speak of is from the band Live. I went through two Throwing Copper cassette's. As it turned out, the tape just could not handle a years worth of constant listening, rewinding and fast forwarding. But, only after seeing Live, uhhh, live, did my stalker-ing become an issue. I was smitten with Ed Kowalczyk's persona on stage. He was a showman, and when the bright lights came on, dude burned the stage down. I liken him to Adam Duritz of Counting Crows, where lyrically and in stage presence, in my humble opinion, they both are far superior to a good majority of front men in bands today. Here are a few songs. I urge you to peep these video's. (If you enjoy Live's music) The last one need be added, because it's Adam Duritz, and he is "emo", like me.

Lightning Crashes, Throwing Copper

Lakini's Juice, Secret Samadhi

Overcome, V

Colorblind, Hard Candy (Counting Crows)

Sunday, May 29, 2011

(T) Stands For The Ghosts That Haunt Me.

Completed: A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, M, N, O, P, R, S, T, U, W, Z
Not Completed: L, Q, V, X, Y

Today, I have decided to share something a little different from what you may be used to reading on here. The title of this post happens to be that of an album recorded by The Crash Test Dummies, from the late eighties, early nineties. I am sure that most of you will be leaving now, and I can dig that. C.T.D. was not a cool band and many people scoff at them now, and for the exception of "Mmmm, Mmmm" on "God Shuffled His Feet", they arrived and exited fairly quietly. But, as music has changed over the years, I find myself digging in the crates, listening to music that I deemed as "cool" when I was a high school senior. I was and still am listening to Live, "Throwing Copper", even though they have since dismantled and gone their separate ways. While everybody was jocking on Red Hot and "Blood Sugar Sex Magik", I had Beck's "Mellow Gold" on constant rotation with Stone Temple Pilots' "Core." But, as is the case most of the time, one song really stuck with me throughout the years and even today, I marvel at what it means to me. The song? "At My Funeral" off of "Ghosts". Around the same time I had first heard this song, my grandfather had passed away and it dealt me a critical blow, but, I would like to think that I came across this song for a reason, and now, I share it with you.
Crash Test Dummies, "At My Funeral"

Saturday, May 28, 2011

(R) Stands For Rogue Erasure.

Completed: A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, M, N, O, P, R, S, U, W, Z

Not Completed: L, Q, T, V, X, Y
I arrived on location promptly. There is no need to unpack, I travel light. In this business, you either live to fight another day or you lose everything. There are no ribbons, no medals, no "attaboy's". You may get a simple nod, or you get escorted around town in an empty wooden box. No one knows the man that rests behind the mask. Your loyalty knows no bounds.
I sit veiled in shadows, awaiting the slightest hint of movement. A flash from a light in the distance provokes a whirlwind of thought.

  Picture found on Wikipedia of a sniper in Ghille suit.

A vision of my daughter, coddling her newborn child, softly trails off into the night. The touch of moist lips kiss my cheek, as my wife whispered, "I love you." We sit in stillness until the silence is shattered by the voice of my mother, calling for me from our front yard a block away. I hurried home, washed my hands and sat with my sisters while dad prayed. The memory fades into another, of me sitting on dad's shoulders, watching my sisters scream by, arms held high as the coaster whipped past. A good man, my father. Fought on a beach somewhere overseas. Mama said that he went out to save us from tyranny.
A second flash thrusts me back into the present. "Hold it together", I say to myself.
The dirt road shows life, some eight hundred yards away. A party of body shields stumbles up out of the desert night sky, crouching, moving in a hurried walk. Eight eyes scanning for any hint of me. That's too bad. I'm good at what I do. At five hundred yards, I may need to scratch one or two of them out to make them think twice, before they continue to advance, but for now, I'll wait. The mark is about to pop over the horizon. One shot. One Kill. Make a B-Line to evac. The patriots will take care of the rest.

First jeep acquired. No mark.........

Second jeep acquired. No mark........

Third jeep, Mark acquired.........

"Mark is glowing white, permission to engage?"
"Chalk One engage, I repeat, Chalk One engage."
"Light em' up!!!!"

Take a deep breath.


Oppression upended.

This post is my attempt at saying Thank You to our servicemen and servicewomen that have stepped into harms way for this country. My father, my grandfathers and a few  good friends have served honorably, and for that, I am grateful. Happy Memorial Day!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

(Z) Stands For Zombie Apocalypse.

Completed: A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, M, O, U, N, S, P, W, Z

Not Completed: L, Q, R, T, V, X, Y

Lately, and by using the word, lately, I am referring to past five years, zombies have been popping up everywhere. They are on the big screen, the small screen, there are an endless array of blogs and books related to the "impending" Zombie take over. There are survival manuals, video games and even Rob Zombie's. Zombie's are, (like, so in) but never, did I imagine that the Center For Disease Control would mention zombie's when dealing with infectious disease. They even have a few buttons, like the one below, for people to include on their website.

If you're    ready for a zombie apocalypse, then you're ready for any emergency.

Now, you will find that the C.D.C. is not actually warning the masses of a "zombie invasion", but instead, have cleverly used the phenomenon to lure the public onto their website in an attempt to educate us on the items that one should have in case of some sort of disaster, i.e. tornado's, earthquakes, etc. There are those that are absolutely certain that zombies are a real possibility but I for one, do not know whether or not it is a real possibility or nothing more than a pipe dream. Regardless, I can't say that I would be surprised either way.

(W) Stands For A Phalange Named Wushi.

Completed: A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, M, O, U, N, S, P, W
Not Completed: L, Q, R, T, V, X, Y, Z.


It's about time that I bring out my phalanges again, but before doing so, I wanted to preface this post by asking that regardless of your position on religion, faith, theism etc., that this post not be used as a springboard for a debate, and should be taken as a personal rambling about something that happens to get under my skin. I am aware that some of you do not believe in God and I respect you no less for that. 

Now, I must reiterate, I am a Christ follower. I (want) to be like Jesus and I wake every morning with that thought in mind, but I have not figured out (how) to get out of my own way. I sometimes feel as if I am an impossible project and have become broken beyond repair. There are so many things that I cannot understand and cannot, for the life of me, figure them out. One of those things is the human condition, which brings me to one, Harold Camping.
Mr. Camping, eighty nine year old curmudgeon, radio show host, author, Family Radio station owner and "prophet", predicted that The Rapture would take place on May 21, 2011 at 6:00 PM, and as it turns out, he was incorrect. (Not to my surprise) This type of reckless idiocracy is uncalled for. Not only does he continue making false claims, but in doing so, lives are being ruined because of them. Some of his listeners become so sure that he is right, that they quit their job and clean out there bank account to help spread the word. And, in turn, are left with no loot and big problems after they find out that he miscalculated.............again.

But, as for learning from your failures, Mr. Camping does not. He has now said that The Rapture will take place on October 21, 2011. As it turns out, he was a mere five months off in his calculations. If you ask me, I would say that his "end times calculator" is off of it's rocker and in turn, he should cease and desist. 

I try to not judge others, but in this case, I'll make an exception. Mr. Camping, you are ruining peoples lives with your errant prophetic ramblings. Please STOP. When, if ever, will it sink in that the "visions" or prophecies that you are seeing and/or hearing, are not from God The Father? I do not know who is giving you this information, but it would be in every one's best interest if you would keep it to yourself. Seriously dude!


"For what man knoweth the things of a man, save the spirit of man which is in him? even so the things of God knoweth no man, but the Spirit of God." 1 Corinthians 2:11

Sunday, May 22, 2011

(P) Stands For Pay It Forward.


My blogger buddy Becca at My Life is so kind. I woke up Saturday morning to find the award below. It is awesome when a peer makes mention of you, and I am blessed to have ran into her. There are times when I am somewhat surprised when I sign on to find that somebody else has decided to make a point to subscribe and/or comment on some level of consistency. And, I am happy to say that there are several bloggers that I look up to that have stuck around, even if my "pencil" lay dormant for a few days. So, thank you Becca.

Our fellow bloggers present us with a lot of opportunities for furthering our blogs, and gaining followers. Here is a way to Pay It Forward to them. When you have been bestowed with the honor of the Pay It Forward Award., insert this award at the top of a blogpost along with these rules, and find FIVE fellow bloggers to bestow it upon. Thank the person who awarded you, mention them in your post, along with a link to your favorite post on theirblog, and a short blurb about why you liked it. Next, comment on their blog to let them know you are bestowing the award on them, and that they should do the same. And remember: Good Bloggers Pay It Forward!

So Pay It Forward:

1. For the first recipient, I'll choose a young lady that I just found a few days ago. I'm always down for inspiration and she has, thus far, inspired me. Not only does she step forward with honesty, but she steps forward firmly, bound and determined to set a standard for her children to look to for how one should be, a beacon of light in such darkness. So, if anyone has a few minutes, please do drop in and say hello to Jessica @ At The Bottom of The Bottle. (Update. I started this post Saturday morning, only to find that Jessica had removed her blog after only posting twice.) I pray that she is well and if by chance, she rejoins us here, she will be welcomed back with an award.

2. Some of us choose to be Jedi and fight for what's right and well in this world, but there are some, that choose The Dark Side. Normally, a Jedi & a Sith are born as mortal enemies, but in this case, the two have found common ground to stand on and I am blessed to have had the privilege of meeting Haven @ Beyond The Boarderline Personality.

3. The coolest thing that I have found during my short blogging journey is that no matter what you think of yourself, someone somewhere will find a reason to cheer you on. I have found that person. Her name is Jenny (The Pearson Report). Although, I have wanted to pack it up on the A to Z challenge, I have not. And it is not because of a stubborn will and resolve to finish something that I started, but because of the constant support from my cheer leading squad. (Jenny, Becca & Mynx) They have found time to pay attention and in doing so, made it easier for me to see this through. Thank you ladies. It is more appreciated than you know.

4. In times that I need to laugh uncontrollably, I turn to LG's, LG Report. A self professed comment hooker that interviews with a purpose and one, that is not afraid to demoralize himself for the greater good, as I have been known to do and it was no mere coincidence that our path's have crossed, for I can smell my own. He's the kind of guy that will spend his entire life endangering a persons marriage during the bachelor party, just to turn around and NOT give his friends the chance to return the favor.  It is against the man code but we must push the envelope. 

5. Fifth and final recipient of "Pay It Forward" goes to none other than Drake Sigar @ Drakes Doomsday Corner. I can only think of one word that would sum Drake up, but, I am trying to keep this blog PG in nature. Drake has been there since the beginning, hounding my every post, poking fun at me at every turn and not including me in his "Super Alliance Cartoon......Thing", all because I did not comment as much as the others. W.T.F. I am a quiet contributor, dawg. I pipe down until he leaves his guard down, exposing the meaty goodness that hides under the shell. "Drake, here is an example of my generosity, now pay it back in the form of cartoonage...............bitch."

So, there are my five. If you are not privy to these wonderful bloggers, please privy yourself to them. 

Friday, May 20, 2011

(S) Stands For Snakes (Repost/Updated)

Completed: A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, M, O, U, N, S
Not Completed: L, P, Q, R, T, V, W, X, Y, Z.
Ophidiophobia, revisited

The Black Mamba
Dendroaspis Polylepis 

The Black Mamba is widly recognized by experts, as being the deadliest snake to inhabit our fine planet. Lucky for me, they are only found in Southern Africa. The mamba's venom is a combination of neuro/cardio-toxin that attacks the cardiovascular systems muscles. (i.e. your heart) and sends them into paralysis and eventually, cardiac arrest.
Awesome, huh?
It's toxin works quickly, making it possible to kill a full grown man in as little as twenty minutes. It all depends on how many times it hits and the potency of each dose. The fatality rate for a Mamba bite is 95% unless treated immediately with antivenin. So, if you are out tromping around the African jungle and get bit by a mamba, you better pray that there is a Walgreen's close by. Mamba's prefer to slither up a tree to avoid danger and will only strike if threatened, as they are fairly docile. That is, until you piss one off, then, this "docile" devil spawn gets an attitude, and does so quickly. It has the ability to raise over half of it's body off of the ground, which enables it to climb into a tree, but it also makes for a fairly decent warning sign that you are indeed, pissing it off.

 Mozambique Spitting Cobra
 Naja Mossambica

Not to be outdone, The Spitting Cobra, found in Mozambique, can go about administering it's venom one of two ways, by traditional means and by spitting.
Yes, you heard correctly.
It is able to spit it's venom in excess of 8 feet, aiming for the eyes to cause it's victim to become disoriented, so it can move in and apply a deadly strike via, fangs in skin. If by chance you encounter one of these little bastards, F.Y.I. It may feign death to avoid an initial danger, and then attack from behind.

Death Adder

Moving along, we come to the Death Adder, a sub species of pit viper. In the event that you find yourself having landed in Australia or New Guinea, be ninja like in your reaction if you come across an adder, as it has the fastest strike recorded, injecting full toxicity at 0.13 seconds. If untreated, an adder bite would likely kill an adult in six to ten hours. It's venom attacks the respiratory system, causing victim to suffocate, on account of not being able to breathe. (Paralysis of the lungs) A wonderful way to go. NOT
Western Taipan
Oxyuranus Microlepidotus

Monday, May 16, 2011

(N) Stands For News Media.

Completed: A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, M, O, U, N
Not Completed: L, P, Q, R, S, T, V, W, X, Y, Z.
News & Media

One would be hard pressed to accuse me of masking my disdain for the mainstream media. It started with O.J. Simpson and the coverage of his carnival show "trial". For months, we were inundated with clips, court sketches, quotes, testimony, Johnny Cochran, Judge Ito and Marcia Clark. T.V. channels were popping up on cable that were airing the trial live as it unfolded. Ohhhhh the drama, all day, every day. If you were like me, you were still asking questions (after) the thing had ended. Did he do it? Was he framed? Does Johnny Cochran really have a soul? and What the hell is a Cato Kalin?

Fast forward to September 11, 2001. A passenger plane rip's through the North Tower at the World Trade Center, only to be followed by a second passenger plane, minutes later, that smashed into the South Tower, located in New York City. Soon after, a third jet crashed into a portion of the Pentagon and a fourth, crashed into a field in Pennsylvania, only to find out later, that it was on it's way to either the White House or Capitol Hill. They were quickly deemed as terrorist attacks orchestrated by al-Quida. In the midst of the chaos, widespread panic and fear, guess who showed up at ground zero with mic and camera in hand. Yep, the flipping Media. It was sometime during the first few days of coverage that I started to get agitated with the media contingent. The straw that broke the camels back was an image of reporters and camera crews crawling over each other, trying to interview the widow of a deceased fire fighter. Animals acted like this, not people.

Since then, I make it a point to turn the T.V. off around the news hour. I filter my intake on the Internet as much as possible, but that is a battle that I rarely win. And please, don't get me wrong, I am not completely ignorant to the goings on in the world, but I don't seek them out either. News travels fast and unfortunately, it gets to almost everybody, very quickly. In my opinion, the same story has been on heavy rotation for the past fifteen years. The only thing that changes is the body count and the name of the terrorist organization that is responsible.
"Life's tough, but it's even tougher if your stupid." - John Wayne 

Sunday, May 15, 2011

(U) Stands For Unabomber.

I'm at the halfway point of finishing the A-Z blog challenge.
Completed: A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, M, O.
Not Completed: L, N, P, Q, R, S, T, V, W, X, Y, Z.

I know, pathetic, right? Everybody else has finished and here I sit, May 15th. Thirteen letters remaining.

It's not about me though. I am doing this for Jenny & Mynx. I have confidence in my ability to see this through, so much confidence in fact, that I am going to enter Blog Idol '11. How about that? You think that I am pathetic now, just wait until that rolls around. The very definition of "pathetic" will need to be amended by Merriam and Webster to accommodate a space for my name. Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta.

Under normal circumstances, auctions are a good thing, right? The people that are selling, make a little dough and free up a ton of space. The buyer finally finds and purchases some oddity that he/she has been looking for for years. (Cheaply, as is the case most often)  And alas, everybody walks away happy.

Under NORMAL circumstances.

Now, picture this scene. You walk into the auction house to find armed FBI agents crowding the room. On stage, the auctioneer and staff look "edgy". You notice the first lot of items that are to be bid on. Thinking to yourself, you pose a question. "Why the hell would somebody bid on an empty box of Tide?" As your eyes move from item to item, you become aware of a strange man sitting in the front row and his friend sitting next to him. You think to yourself, "those cats are creepy looking as hell" so, instead of forging toward the front, you find a nice, comfy seat towards the back. 

A few minutes pass and as you study the order of events, a wispy voice breaks your concentration and inquires if the seat next to yours is being occupied. You say no and invite him to sit. As he settles into his chair, you are overwhelmed with the scent of gasoline and bleach. So, you peak at your new neighbor, using peripheral vision, and find that he also, looks shady. W.T.H? So, you stand up and inform him that you need a cup of coffee, knowing full well, that you are not going to go back and sit next him again. So, there you are, stirring sugar into your coffee, and it finally hits home. You scan those in attendance and find that all of them, men and women alike, look as if someone had stolen their right to breathe. Your curiosity gets the better of you, so you decide to make your way up to the display tables to check out the description that sits on a placard in front of that damned, empty box of Tide.

With the empty box of Tide, you find laying next to it, an odd black thing, a tap set, miscellaneous accessories for an acetylene torch and a ruler with a sticker that states, Property of F.B.I.

An uneasy feeling begins to creep down your spine. Becoming frantic, you move to the next table and find the following items:
Vans Shoes, complete with modified soles.
Slightly used arrows. Bow not included.

Degrees from Harvard & U. of Michigan

Strange. F.B.I. rulers, degree's, a pair of old crappy shoes?
The auctioneer breaks the silence, as he slams his mallet onto his stand.
"Please, take your seats, as we will be starting the auction for Mr. Ted Kaczynski's things, momentarily.
The Unabomber, Ted Kaczynski ?

A tattered but stylish gray hoodie.
Going Once, Going Twice, Sold, To The Suspicious Looking Man In The Back

"Let us pray that the human race never escapes earth to spread it's iniquity elsewhere." - C.S. Lewis

Saturday, May 14, 2011

(M) Stands For Machine. (O) Stands For Obsessive.

Before anyone says anything, I intentionally skipped L, okay? I am aware of this and plan to shuffle back, but I came across an M that is directly related to my O, and it need be noted.

I am sure that you have figured out on your own or read somewhere around here that I have been diagnosed as being obsessive compulsive along with anxiety caused by intrusive thoughts. And part of my reasoning for starting this thing was to have a space that I could use as a dumping ground, per say, for junk that I conjured up. And, to my delight, forty one people have made it a point to check back in every once in a while, and I have met some cool people along the way. Today, I happened across a website called Machine Man. It is a place where those that have "The O", can go for information, display art, poetry, share music, etc.
The site is also promoting a movie entitled Machine Man, that tells the story of a young man's battle with O.C.D. The film is being directed by Kellie Madison, who, in fact, I have never heard of but she is a noted director/writer. And pretty cute. With beautiful green eyes. And red hair.

Okay, I am done geeking out and I'm sorry, but I am excited. Just be relieved to know that if you were in front of me right now, I would most likely be humping your leg.

And on a final note, could someone please, tell me what the picture below has to do with "a natural trick to obtain more sleep".

I'm just saying.

(K) Stands For Kids.

Uh, did anyone else lose a Wednesday post? Just curious. The contents below were originally posted to Blogger on Wednesday. Today is Friday but it feels like it should be Wednesday because I find myself posting this again. On Friday. Which should not be confused with Wednesday because they are two completely different days, unless you post the same thing on both days, then you may indeed, confuse Friday with Wednesday.

I'd like to welcome a few unfortunate people that have stumbled upon this cat-ass-tro-fee, and decided to latch on and share in my misery. So, welcome to the The Habitual Hobbit, Mr. Beesler, KW, Sylvia, Melissa, Elizabeth and Leovi.

I imagine that if one were to ask any of my more seasoned followers to describe me and the contents of my blog, the words curmudgeon optimistic, below average intelligence, obsessive tidy and basket case easy going, would likely be uttered. That being said, I seem to gain followers more so when I am not posting anything. Should this concern me? Am I "that guy"? That would suck. Not as much as, say..........

but it would still suck.

Moving forward...................
Bruce, owner of J.A.D.I.P. , The Guy Book & dreamodeling has asked me to contribute a tidbit to The Guy Book, chronicling my experience throughout the entire process of becoming a dad. Below, is an excerpt from it and I figured that since you are all so totally tubular, you might be willing to give it a quick look see. Maybe even share your opinion, but be nice.


Some want em', some don't. I grew up wanting to one day, be a daddy and eventually, I was blessed to be just that. On a cold December day, a month and a half ahead of schedule, my wife gave birth to our little girl. She was a tiny thing, weighting in at a stout 3 lbs. 11 oz. Dainty, is the word that one of her nurses would use to describe her. At first, I could not hold her and it was killing me. So, as I sat next to her, waiting, I thought about the entire journey from start to finish, and my story, as I remember it, is as follows..........

The Seal Team
During the first month, we had no idea a baby was brewing, so, it went by without incident. 
I must admit, I don’t remember much of the first few days after having found out that my wife and I had succeeded at getting knocked up. I remember "practicing" A LOT. So much, in fact, that at some point toward the day that my Seal team infiltrated the nest, it was starting to feel like a chore that did not warrant any allowance.

During the second month, my wife showed signs of having a somewhat, unstable, chemical transformation and what not, but I didn’t/don’t hold her accountable for her actions. There was some crying, and some laughing, followed by some more crying because she was laughing, But, I never witnessed her head spinning around and every morning upon waking up, my man piece was intact. No Bobbitt for this Hobbit. Mama was happy, and in turn, daddy was happy. 

Wednesday, May 04, 2011

(J) Stands For Jenny.

I continue on, scratching and clawing for tidbits that, when added together, form an entire post, but no such luck was to be had since whenever I posted last. So, I am just flying off of the top today. It could be good, it could bad, and, as I like to say, it can always get much worse. Besides, Jenny (Pearson Report) keeps shoving "positive reinforcement" down my throat, and being a man that is eaten alive liked by the ladies, I must push forward, if not for myself, for Jenny. So Jenny, I dedicate this post to you.

J is for Jenny

Cuz, dat's how I roll dawg!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey, has anyone ever met a person that is as dumb as this guy???????

I'll tell you what, this same job could be performed with a twenty foot pole and a wet/dry vacuum. If you listen close, you can hear me in the background screaming like a little girl. This dope will get what's coming to him, trust me. Karma is a bits. Dude jumps into a pit full of viper poop and VENOM FILLED DEVIL SPAWN.

That's it. I can't take it anymore. I have to go before I pee my pants.

And Jenny, may your day be a blessed one. You are a superstar.

Monday, May 02, 2011

(I) Stands For Indie Rock.

Downward we go, into the rabbit hole.

( I ) Over the past twenty or so years, my musical taste has changed rather drastically. During the early 90's, I listened to hip hop. I was a product of my environment. I went to a high school where white boys were in the minority. Most kids listened to N.W.A., Dre, 2Pac and a host of west coast bangers. I was into the east coast movement. Crews like A Tribe Called Quest, Leaders Of The New School, EPMD, De La and The Wu. At that time, in my mind, there was rap, and there was hip hop. During my early teens, I inundated my ears with break beat and dudes like Egyptian Lover, Sugarhill, Afrika Bambaataa and Grandmaster Flash, and yes, I was in a breakin' crew.

Fast forward to 2000, 2001. My parents had moved to a "suburb" of the city during my senior year of high school. It wasn't a burbs really, it was it's own town but it felt like the burbs. I did not think that much would change moving just fifteen miles north but man, was I in for a surprise. The kids in the burbs had dad's that ran for congress, held seats as State Representatives, were noted doctors, lawyers and business owners. The majority of kids were pretty decent. But there were a few that had a "My daddy makes monopoly like money, so that makes me better than you" type of attitude. And my response was one like, "Whatever, you trust fund baby. Your dad may make big bank but my daddy can kick your daddy's ass." The kids I hung with listened to Depeche Mode, Violent Femme and The Cure. The stuff that I would label now as being "emo-ish". And, I must admit, I took a liking to these bands also but, it would be during the college years, that my I found my musical niche.
College. An abundance of hot chicks, keg parties and good times. I remained local while most of my schoolmates went away. I worked two jobs and learned a little bit about life, but, more importantly, I was introduced to
Indie music
I first caught wind of bands like Death Cab For Cutie, The Shins, Arcade Fire, Beirut and Andrew Bird, but that was only the beginning of my infactuation. My anthem at one time, was Rockin' the Suburbs by Ben Folds and the song that my wife and I danced to at our wedding was Ben Folds, "The Luckiest". I wore him out along with Ben Kweller, Death From Above 1979, Trail Of Dead, Decemberists and Dispatch. I went through a maturation phase or something like it, and found that I did not need to rock out every second of every day, so I slowed down a touch, only to wear out the likes of Jack Johnson, Ben Harper and my favorite, Counting Crows. (Which by the way, is not Indie. It is labeled "pop" by the snobs (take no offence, Lance) but I label it complaint rock.)

I still listen to all of these groups today, along with a few that I have found through a local Internet radio station, headed by the youth pastor at my church, Remedy FM. It was here that I found Anberlin, Brave Saint Saturn, High Flight Society and Mat Kearney. I could go on and on but I will not bore you any longer. Below, you will find a few of my favorites. Enjoy !!!!!!!